When I write for teens, I feel I can cut through everything and get to the bare bones. I can get straight into the emotional world of the character.

You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go-into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you're not really there.

The more you feel, the stronger you are.

Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.

Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head

You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.